ODDS OF LOVE: SEASON SEVEN

Episode 8

Nigel thought he probably should have picked a better time to head to St. Paul's Hospital Center with Rebecca because it was packed with screaming children, upset adults arguing with the staff over long wait times and exhausted looking staff that were moving about the emergency room like they were in the night of the living dead. He was tempted to leave with his stepdaughter and come back another day or even convince Richard to make an appointment with the family doctor but then he saw Richard's devastated face in his mind and remembered his anguished cries. It was enough to keep him there holding the plastic baggie and flipping through a old magazine while Rebecca texted her bestie on her iPhone.

At least they were  not completely among strangers at the hospital, he thought. Since when they had came in he had seen Richard's stepmother Glory and his nephew Theodore who were waiting for a doctor to check his injured shoulder. Theodore was texting on his phone while he and Glory were quietly discussing Richard. Very quiet so Rebecca and her little ears did not pick up any conversation she should not be hearing. Glory told him that Andrew was also very upset about it all as well as worried about Spencer who was not taking Skip's plea bargain well.

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" Flu , Covid, RSV, measles," DuBuis said through gritted teeth as he rested his weary body against the desk in the nurse's station and ran his hand over his dark brown face. " And they claim there's no more pandemic right ? God , I'm fucking tired. "

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Angel Anderson was currently arguing with a patient in the hallway. He shook his head of golden blond curls at him, saying," Yes , sir , I know you have been waiting a long time. A lot of people have been waiting a long time. It's busy today. We have one doctor right now and he has been busy since he clocked in. You'll get seen when you get seen. Please go back to room six. Please. "

The tall burly White man grabbed the nurse by his slim arm roughly, saying," Look you puny fag. I am hurting. My fucking head hurts. I need a doctor. Now. Get that doctor. Now. "

Angel pulled his arm away. He was so fucking tired. He was in hour twenty of what was going to be a thirty six hour shift. They were short staffed because half the staff called in with some damn stomach bug. Fuck him for doing over fucking time. He didn't need this shit.

" Get your fucking hands off me," he shot out. " Dr. Lane gave you an aspirin already for your damn headache. Give it time to work. Ok ? Now go back to room six or go home. We have actual sick people here. "

The man narrowed his eyes at him as he rubbed hard at his forehead. " Sick people? Sick people! What the fuck you think I am, you little bitch! "

DuBuis stepped out of the nursing station. " Sir, if you," he said firmly," if you can't calm down I will call security. "

The man laughed. " Security? Security. Fuck you. Fuck security. Fuck your damn aspirin. You..... Fuck you. I'm in pain ! "

Then he reached into the pocket of his light weight jacket and pulled out a small black gun. " I'm in pain," he snarled. " And you will be too. "

He pointed the gun at DuBuis.

Angel stepped in front of his co worker and friend with his hands raised up.

DuBuis turned to go back in the nurse's station, saying," I'm calling security. "

Then the man shot Angel directly in the chest.